Loggerheads

Please yourself how you have it. Take my words, and fling Them down on the counter roundly; See if they ring.

Sift my looks and expressions, And see what proportion there is Of sand in my doubtful sugar Of verities.

Have a real stock-taking Of my manly breast; Find out if I'm sound or bankrupt, Or a poor thing at best.

For I am quite indifferent To your dubious state, As to whether you've found a fortune In me, or a flea-bitten fate.

Make a good investigation Of all that is there, And then, if it's worth it, be grateful-- If not then despair.

If despair is our portion Then let us despair. Let us make for the weeping willow. I don't care.